Author's Note: Continued thanks for your continued laudits, gents. I'm pretty sure I'm the only person ever to compare social action to Star Wars, but hopefully the message gets through. Thanks again, and here's the "Big To-Do" Chapter:).
A symphony.
That's what it is.
A piece of work brilliantly conceived and, let's face it, most thoroughly enjoyed by those who witnessed it.
Two become one.
Tyler and I have sex on his kitchen floor. And it's a symphony.
His kitchen is just off the main hallway, and when I walk in he's already naked, perched on the edge of the isle in the middle of the kitchen.
"That tile must be cold."
"You have no idea." He smiles. That calm and reassuring smile. The kind of smile that instantly puts me at rest and sends...warmth up my spine.
"Now," he says, faking authoritarian. "Take off your shirt and pants. Slowly."
I do. And as I slide the boxer briefs to my ankles, Tyler's already started beating off. The curls of pubic hair—those beautiful wonderful question marks, slide up and down, following the motion of the skin beneath them.
"Uh uh." I wag my finger and walk up to him. Kiss him once, twice on the neck and whisper in his ear: "not yet."
"Okay," he whispers back. I keep necking, and out of the corner of my eye I see one of his arms slide down next to him. The hand comes back up holding a blue Trojan pack between the middle and ring fingers.
He rips it open with his teeth. I keep kissing. Wrap my hands around him and mess up his hair. Move south and give his back a small massage.
Our tongues dance, and he muffles a bit. I pull back.
"Put it on," I say. He kneels and fit the latex over my head. My very sensitive and very red cockhead. I shudder at the sensation, and when the condom's all the way on, I stand back up to stare into his eyes. His beautiful eyes.
"Im glad we're doing this," he whispers.